Light

light is warmth

and the warmth

flowing out

warming others

warmth and light

this candle flaring

in the window

a midnight sun

this bulb of light

the tree root

perky on its ledge

a pledge

to last summer’s madness

that rage forgotten now

as day’s warmth

lingers and is soon gone

fruit plucked

from a distant tree

in a foreign land

as glass on table

waits for the owner’s  hand

these flowers

alive at night

their star’s eyes

glistening

this tree a promise

a constellation of hope

hidden in its branches

stars more stars

more flowers

alight alive

burning bright

holes in the night

the hunter hunting

the watcher

waiting

guarding

faithful

however

long the wait

or  dark the night